Jake, now a full four inches taller, with blond hair falling into his eyes, had his sleeves rolled up and bag strap over his shoulder. He didn't say anything to Bunbury as he walked in, expression rather like... someone who kind of sort of had a little tension relieved.

And he was only coming out into the open for classes.

Dumping his bag and the outer robes (he HATED those things) down on the floor, Jake straightened his shirt and loosened his tie, looking thoroughly muggle. Drumming his fingers on the black desk thing, Jake began to softly hum a tune to himself as he eyed the pots up front.

Kiri was a few minutes early, so the door to the greenhouse was still closed. She could hear Professor Bunbury pottering around inside, though, so Kiri would not have to wait long. Besides, it was a nice day. With the unappealing Hogwarts spring finally gone, people were able to spend more and more time outside, and Kiri had taken to grabbing her bag and doing homework and revision at the lake.

Finally, the professor appeared behind the glass door and opened it. "Hello, Professor," said Kiri, scrambling to her feet. "Er, interesting shoes." She could not believe the professor wasn't constantly tripping over and breaking her ankles in the greenhouses, walking around in shoes like those. Kiri filed past her into the damp and warm interior of the greenhouse.

Hmm, Professor Bunbury didn't want their wands this time. Good. Last Herbology class was crazy, with the devils snare and the whole broom thing. Destiny got embarrassed every time she thought about that.. Lets not bring that up anymore.

'Hello Professor Bunbury.' Destiny tried not to think of her flitterbloom plant with the same name, which she always forgot to water. She walked to a seat in the back so she could be the furthest away from any plants that might attack. But there were no plants in the room, just jars of 'Eww! The mooncalf!' She'll just sit away from them jars.

Uuuuuuuuuuh. Herrbology...Almost as unliked as potions...or more even. And ontop of that, the last time Miranda had seen Bunbury, he had been half hidden in the snow behind a bench, having a staring contest with her like two...somethings.

Her bag was across her shoulders and more books in her other hand as she made her way, rather quickly into the greenhouse. Without looking at the Professor, she greeted her. "Hellomisshowareyoutoday." and with that she hurried over to sit further away from the front than usual, letting her hair hide her face as she rummaged in her bag.

Was that MOONCALF DUNG?

Fyo bit his lip as he stepped into the greenhouse, not sure he liked this very much. Or at all. "Good day, Professor," he said, with a little, inward sigh, as he tried not to look at the... dung, once more. This really wasn't good.

Was Professor Bunbury going to have her BIG, BAD REVENGGGE?

He hoped not. REALLY hoped not.

As Jack walked into the Herbology greenhouse, a familiar scent hit his nostrils. No...WAY. More POOOOOO? This was RIDICULOUS! Was he seriously going to be haunted by this stuff for the rest of term? Now not only did he have TWO incidents on the first day of school with the stuff all because of lousy Cam Karsten but he NOW had experienced TWO poop filled lessons as well. Did the professors here have some sort of fascination with silvery animal dung? Goodness!

Rolling his eyes, he immediately saw that the pots in the front of the room, and recognized them in an instant. Those were the pots they gave to Bunbury for homework! He spotted his own jar of poo amongst them, and began to wonder if Bunbury would let them pick their own jars once they got to...whatever part of the lesson that involved poo. Jack had harvested that poop--it was only fair that HE got to use it, yes?

Sighing, he took a seat and started to pull out his notes, tapping his quill anxiously on his parchment as he waited for the rest of the class to arrive. Maybe the upcoming Quidditch game was taking a toll on his nerves? Yes, that was most likely it. It probably contributed to his bad mood about the poop, too.

Evelyn came through the door, thoroughly relieved that they didn't have to give up their wands again. She was surprised that she even thought of coming back to the class seeing as what happened last time. Her bruises were finally gone too, which was nice. Glancing over to the Professor, Evelyn gave a mumbled, "Hullo Professor." and, of course, spotted what was on the front desk.

That wasn't good...

Quickly making her way to the back of the room to where Destiny was, and where there were more hiding spots, though trying to not be so obvious....... What was she going to do to them!?

Don't wanna go to Herbology, don't wanna go to Herbology, don't wanna siiiiiiiigh
Lyra let out a deep sigh before entering the classroom. She hoisted her schoolbag better over her shoulder and saw the Professor tapping her foot ....in a rhythm? strange woman. And so were her shoes.

Lyra looked at the typ of shoes she was wearing now and seriously wondered how someone like her , teached a dirty subject like Herbology. "Hello, professor" she greeted still looking at the shoes and quickly adjusted her eyes to somewhere else. A chair and desk would be perfect. Right. Lyra walked towards a empty chair and placed her bag beside her when she sat down, and waited for class to begin.

Herbology what peaceful lesson, it was one of the only lessons in the school grounds and the greenhouses were so, refreshing. As he entered the classroom he said, "Mornin' professor." He took a seat and waited for the lesson to begin.

Nikki walked down to the Greenhouses, wondering what exactly they would be doing today. She walked into the classroom, poiletly saying, "Hello Professor." Looking around the classroom, Nikki stopped in her tracks as she saw dozens of jars crowding the Professors desks. Was that...no it couldn't be....mooncalfs poop. I thought I was done with that stuff! Nikki thought making her way to an empty seat.

As she passed through the door to the greenhouse, LouAnn Purple stopped to briefly greet Professor Bunbury. The Herbology professor had quickly become one of LouAnn's favorite professors, and the woman had never failed to teach a lesson LouAnn didn't have a good time attending. "Hey, Professor B!" LouAnn called out, waving despite the fact she was standing a mere foot in front of the professor.

She headed further into the greenhouse, failing at first to notice the many jars of poo lining the professor's desk. It was only when she turned around that she noticed the silvery substance decorating the desktop. Man, oh, man. Professor Bunbury and poo sure went together like peanut and jelly. How appropriate for her to teach about poo during her last lesson of the school year. "Did ya like my poem, Professor B?" she asked.

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Kiri was a few minutes early, so the door to the greenhouse was still closed. She could hear Professor Bunbury pottering around inside, though, so Kiri would not have to wait long. Besides, it was a nice day. With the unappealing Hogwarts spring finally gone, people were able to spend more and more time outside, and Kiri had taken to grabbing her bag and doing homework and revision at the lake.

Finally, the professor appeared behind the glass door and opened it. "Hello, Professor," said Kiri, scrambling to her feet. "Er, interesting shoes." She could not believe the professor wasn't constantly tripping over and breaking her ankles in the greenhouses, walking around in shoes like those. Kiri filed past her into the damp and warm interior of the greenhouse.

"Why thank you," Bunbury glanced down at her feet and then up at Kiri, almost smiling at the girl. "They're new." And shiny.

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Hmm, Professor Bunbury didn't want their wands this time. Good. Last Herbology class was crazy, with the devils snare and the whole broom thing. Destiny got embarrassed every time she thought about that.. Lets not bring that up anymore.

'Hello Professor Bunbury.' Destiny tried not to think of her flitterbloom plant with the same name, which she always forgot to water. She walked to a seat in the back so she could be the furthest away from any plants that might attack. But there were no plants in the room, just jars of 'Eww! The mooncalf!' She'll just sit away from them jars.

"Hello Miss Shepard," the professor returned the greeting. She watched the girl pick out a seat in the very back of the greenhouse... hmm.... what was so appealing about the back? Nothing. There was nothing there today.

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Uuuuuuuuuuh. Herrbology...Almost as unliked as potions...or more even. And ontop of that, the last time Miranda had seen Bunbury, he had been half hidden in the snow behind a bench, having a staring contest with her like two...somethings.

Her bag was across her shoulders and more books in her other hand as she made her way, rather quickly into the greenhouse. Without looking at the Professor, she greeted her. "Hellomisshowareyoutoday." and with that she hurried over to sit further away from the front than usual, letting her hair hide her face as she rummaged in her bag.

Bunz raised a brow at the Hufflepuff that wandered in next. Oh yes. She remembered their awkward encounter well.

"I'm doing wonderfully, thank you for asking Miss BelCanto." And how was SHE doing? Hmm? Why so shifty?

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Was that MOONCALF DUNG?

Fyo bit his lip as he stepped into the greenhouse, not sure he liked this very much. Or at all. "Good day, Professor," he said, with a little, inward sigh, as he tried not to look at the... dung, once more. This really wasn't good.

Was Professor Bunbury going to have her BIG, BAD REVENGGGE?

He hoped not. REALLY hoped not.

"Hello Fyo!" Bunz was actually happy to see him. He'd been a su-poo-per helper when the mooncalf dung had been delivered....

mmmyep.

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Evelyn came through the door, thoroughly relieved that they didn't have to give up their wands again. She was surprised that she even thought of coming back to the class seeing as what happened last time. Her bruises were finally gone too, which was nice. Glancing over to the Professor, Evelyn gave a mumbled, "Hullo Professor." and, of course, spotted what was on the front desk.

That wasn't good...

Quickly making her way to the back of the room to where Destiny was, and where there were more hiding spots, though trying to not be so obvious....... What was she going to do to them!?

And another one that dodged to the back. Bunbury nodded at the girl and watched her - and her wand, yes, she recognized that one - as she made her way to the back of the room.

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Don't wanna go to Herbology, don't wanna go to Herbology, don't wanna siiiiiiiigh
Lyra let out a deep sigh before entering the classroom. She hoisted her schoolbag better over her shoulder and saw the Professor tapping her foot ....in a rhythm? strange woman. And so were her shoes.

Lyra looked at the typ of shoes she was wearing now and seriously wondered how someone like her , teached a dirty subject like Herbology. "Hello, professor" she greeted still looking at the shoes and quickly adjusted her eyes to somewhere else. A chair and desk would be perfect. Right. Lyra walked towards a empty chair and placed her bag beside her when she sat down, and waited for class to begin.

"Hello," she didn't miss the girl sighing but Bunz really didn't mind. She was in something of a good mood today. Not even Upstead getting all cozy there bothered her. Yet.

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Herbology what peaceful lesson, it was one of the only lessons in the school grounds and the greenhouses were so, refreshing. As he entered the classroom he said, "Mornin' professor." He took a seat and waited for the lesson to begin.

"Good morning!" Bunbury tapped her foot again at a change in tempo to the song in her head.

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Nikki walked down to the Greenhouses, wondering what exactly they would be doing today. She walked into the classroom, poiletly saying, "Hello Professor." Looking around the classroom, Nikki stopped in her tracks as she saw dozens of jars crowding the Professors desks. Was that...no it couldn't be....mooncalfs poop. I thought I was done with that stuff! Nikki thought making her way to an empty seat.

Almost with an amused expression, Bunbury nodded at the next Slytherin to enter and watched her reaction to the jars of poo. HA.

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As she passed through the door to the greenhouse, LouAnn Purple stopped to briefly greet Professor Bunbury. The Herbology professor had quickly become one of LouAnn's favorite professors, and the woman had never failed to teach a lesson LouAnn didn't have a good time attending. "Hey, Professor B!" LouAnn called out, waving despite the fact she was standing a mere foot in front of the professor.

She headed further into the greenhouse, failing at first to notice the many jars of poo lining the professor's desk. It was only when she turned around that she noticed the silvery substance decorating the desktop. Man, oh, man. Professor Bunbury and poo sure went together like peanut and jelly. How appropriate for her to teach about poo during her last lesson of the school year. "Did ya like my poem, Professor B?" she asked.

"Miss P," Bunz had to refrain from rolling her eyes at the informality of this girl. Silly child. She was about to follow her further into the greenhouse but just then, a great warm breeze rolled through the door and caused Bunz to half-lose her balance thanks to her very pointy boots. To keep her balance, the redhead had to flail her arms about just a little and her bum and hips might've swung around in an appearance that she was dancing some sort of hippo hula....

But Bunburys don't dance. Inconceivable. So the shake-shake-breeze-breeze moment quickly passed and the professor regained her balance, shaking her head at the crazy wind these days. She left her post at the door and made her way to the collection of jars at the front of the room. Ugh. Still stinky. If only she had a wand to get rid of the scent....

"I did enjoy your poem, in a way," she told LouAnn quite seriously. "I enjoyed everyone's poems. Such a lovely way to receive criticism, through poetry. Absolutely cheering."

The sarcasm couldn't have been more obvious and Bunz even quirked a brow at the rest of the students assembled there. Yeah. Great poems, kids, great poems. At least some of them had rhymed. Non-rhyming poetry was, in her opinion, not even poetry at all.

"We'll wait a few more minutes for any stragglers before class starts."

"I hope you have had a good week, professor," Fyo said, with a polite smile, and it was a wonder that he did not mumble. Because he sort of... felt like it. He remembered that she had been pretty much... offended, by the dung, and the thought made him feel uncomfortable. Guilty, too.

So much for a happy start to this lesson.

Carter entered the classroom. "Hello Professor." he said finding a seat. Odd, there wasn't any pots to work with. And what was that on the Professor's desk?

Stragglerrrrr.

Sylvia would NOT be late. EVER. And when she walked into the greenhouse, she was pleased to see that BunBunz hadn't started yet. Phew. "Hello Professor Bunbury." She smiled at the red-head professor and sat at her usual little desk.

Torin smiled as he headed to his favourite class though he was a little surprised at the set up. Where were all the plants?

"Hello, Professor Bunbury," he said as he stepped inside the greenhouses.

He took a seat near the front of the room.

Why was there a bunch of people at the back? Seriously.

Still pointedly not looking at Bunbury, Jake swung his legs back and forth as he sat on the stool, humming away as he did. He even pulled a wand out and placed it flat on the desk in front of him, in case Bunbury wanted to nick it from him. Again.

But knowing this lot, everyone would think something was up.

Mystic ran up the greenhouse one.
She hoped she was not late. She felt like she was running late. She really needs to get her mind back on school and off her stupid family.
She brushed off here robes and checked herself to make sure everything was in order then walked into the greenhouse and found a place at one of the black lab tables and set her book bag down.

Barry walked into the class. His first class scince he`d come back and it had to be Herbology. He was not great at it. He sat down next to Jake giving him a faint smile and took out his books and waited for the class to begin

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"I hope you have had a good week, professor," Fyo said, with a polite smile, and it was a wonder that he did not mumble. Because he sort of... felt like it. He remembered that she had been pretty much... offended, by the dung, and the thought made him feel uncomfortable. Guilty, too.

So much for a happy start to this lesson.

Turning her head at the polite greeting offered by Fyo, Bunbury returned the polite smile. "I did have a good week. Thank you dear."

See, HE was a good kid. We trust him we do.

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Carter entered the classroom. "Hello Professor." he said finding a seat. Odd, there wasn't any pots to work with. And what was that on the Professor's desk?

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Stragglerrrrr.

Sylvia would NOT be late. EVER. And when she walked into the greenhouse, she was pleased to see that BunBunz hadn't started yet. Phew. "Hello Professor Bunbury." She smiled at the red-head professor and sat at her usual little desk.

"Hello Mr. Phillips, Miss Parker," Bunbury greeted them both and then turned her attention to the next student...

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Torin smiled as he headed to his favourite class though he was a little surprised at the set up. Where were all the plants?

"Hello, Professor Bunbury," he said as he stepped inside the greenhouses.

He took a seat near the front of the room.

Torin! Of course. We trust him too don't we. "Hello Torin dear..." Bunz offered the boy a wave.

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Why was there a bunch of people at the back? Seriously.

Still pointedly not looking at Bunbury, Jake swung his legs back and forth as he sat on the stool, humming away as he did. He even pulled a wand out and placed it flat on the desk in front of him, in case Bunbury wanted to nick it from him. Again.

But knowing this lot, everyone would think something was up.

Shifty puff. He was tempting her with that wand, wasn't he? Absolutely he was. Well. The professor turned her nose up and away from Upstead and... er... away from the stench of the mooncalf dung and decided to stalk around the perimeter of the classroom. Just in case the Slytherins in back were up to something and/or in case they decided to give their wands up maaaaybe....

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Mystic ran up the greenhouse one.
She hoped she was not late. She felt like she was running late. She really needs to get her mind back on school and off her stupid family.
She brushed off here robes and checked herself to make sure everything was in order then walked into the greenhouse and found a place at one of the black lab tables and set her book bag down.

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Barry walked into the class. His first class scince he`d come back and it had to be Herbology. He was not great at it. He sat down next to Jake giving him a faint smile and took out his books and waited for the class to begin

"Hellooooo," she called out in greeting to two stragglers. Bunbury clickclacked around to the door to see if anyone else was coming and then decided it was time to start.

"Well, students," she clasped her hands together at the front of the greenhouse, a careful distance away from the jars of poo, and almost beamed at them all.

"What do you all think of when I say animated plants? Plants with personality? Let's discuss!"

Animated plants? With like...animation? Animated...anime...animity...
"Miss," Miranda looked everywhere but at the Professor as she had her hand raised, "Do you maybe mean, that they could somehow be seen as ALIVE...like a living thing?" Like a cartoon or something? "Perhaps, animated could be that they have lots of life in them?" Maybe? Errr...

"Plants you can interact with!" LouAnn exclaimed, her hand raised high in the air. "Like...the ones that won't just sit there and do nothing when you come around. I think animated plants are plants such as....a Venus Fly Trap or a Devil's Snare," she explained. "What do you think of when I say animated plant, Professor B? Hmm?" Well, she had said let's discuss, right? So LouAnn could...question her, as well? Right?

"Fun?" Yes, plants with personality could be fun. Hmm, would the snare plant be considered to have personality? Imagining another person, an enemy, become stuck in the plant and then be eaten...yes. Plants could be fun. Snapping out of her thoughts, 'What am I saying? Fun? Pfft...', she looked over to the professor again. "Lots of hard work. Painful. Creepy...amusing." hehe, Evelyn went off to dreamland again.

Barry raised his hand reluctantly. Hey he had to catch up on points. He`d been slacking.
"Well, it like a plant that does something. Something we can see happening not just growing. Like maybe Devils Snare it moves around its victim and you can see that. Thats what an animated plant is" answered Barry. That was a lame answer he thought